i seriously have issues.

like i think i need help.

boys are dumb.

why cant i be fucking pretty?

pizza is mmm mmm good.

i just wanna sleep forever!

grow hair! grow!

ugh, why do i need school again?

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…

Follow my twitter @montecarrrlo

you know, I care too fucking much.

when was the last time someone said, “so Maria, how’s everything?”

it’s been too long.

but yet im quick to jump when I hear someone is in need.

fuck this give & take equation. It’s just take, take, take.

I would get stopped by a cop,

thank GOD I brought my license.
but actually, it was crazy.
I haven’t driven in so freaking long & as soon as I started, BAM!

I felt like it was just another game of vice city & it was okay to just smash the police car & call it a day

JOKES. don’t do that.

friends are bitches these days.

oulala

got an email from build-a-bear today!

hopefully they email me back wanting an interview within a week.

i want this job, omg.

it’s been a month today.

its fucking eating me alive.

one day, i want people to look at me & say

that one’s a fighter.

guuuuuuuuuuuys, i want him so bad.

i really want a tattoo. any ideas?

i’ll love you forever if you help me <3

fuck it, i’m done.

you didnt wanna hurt me? thats exactly what you did.

yeah, it was my fault too.

because i had hope that when school started we’d still be fine.

we were for a while, but now i dont know what to think.

once again, i lose.

are you happy now?


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